A writer is like a pilot flying passengers to a destination, But jumps out of the plane with a parachute Hoping the rest of the cargo survive.
A writer is like a doctor who prescibes an incomplete dose, Expecting the patient returns for more.
A writer is like a teacher who put a question on the class board, Without knowing the answer
Being a writer is like running a clubhouse home to diverse characters, Real and fictional, The coporate and the clowns, The meek and the proud.
On the wine of our impulses, They drink to whatever mood we set To the emotional rhythms, They dance to whatever tune we play All happening inside our heads.
At the will of our bleeding pen, We make and ruin sire-lines We establish and anhilate kingdoms We fortify and demolish castles In every plot, We are the true villains For every character, We are their invisible gods, Pup-petering their fates, For self-pleasure or a higher cause.
—Israel Olorunnisola
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Quick Question
1. Do you identify as a writer?
2. Do you agree to this theory proposed by this poem?
